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CHARLES E. GRAHAM & CO. 
NEWARK. N J. — NEW YORK 


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UNCLE WIGGILY ON THE FARM 

or 

HOW HE HUNTED FOR EGGS AND WAS CAUSE FOR ALARM 

AND 

BULLY AND BAWLY, THE FROGGIE BOYS 
ALSO 

HOW UNCLE WIGGILY HELPED NURSE JANE 
WITH THE HOUSE CLEANING. 



Author of THREE LITTLE TRIPPERTROTS and BED TIME STORIES 

PICTURED BY 

LANG CAMPBELL 



NEWARK, N. J. 

CHARLES E. GRAHAM & CO. 

NEW YORK 




22 - >'2 347 


IF YOU LIKE THIS FUNNY LITTLE PICTURE BOOK ABOUT THE 
BUNNY RABBIT GENTLEMAN YOU MAY BE GLAD 
TO KNOW THERE ARE OTHERS. 

So if the spoon holder doesn’t go down cellar and take the coal shovel away 
from the gas stove, you may read 


1 UNCLE WIGGILY’S AUTO SLED. 

2 UNCLE WIGGILY S SNOW MAN. 

3 UNCLE WIGGILY’S HOLIDAYS. 

4 UNCLE WIGGILY’S APPLE ROAST. 

5 UNCLE WIGGILY’S PICNIC. 

6 UNCLE WIGGILY GOES FISHING. 

7 UNCLE WIGGILY’S JUNE BUG FRIENDS. 

8 UNCLE WIGGILY’S VISIT TO THE FARM. 

9 UNCLE WIGGILY’S SILK HAT. 

10 UNCLE WIGGILY, INDIAN HUNTER. 

11 UNCLE WIGGILY’S ICE CREAM PARTY. 

12 UNCLE WIGGILY’S WOODLAND GAMES. 

Every book has three stories, including the title story. 





Made in U. S. A. 



Ml* MARK, 


Copyright 1919 McClure Newspaper Syndicate. Trade mark registered. 
Copyright 1920, 1922 Charles E. Graham & Co., Newark, N. J., and New York. 

U\ 16 1922 

© Cl A676932 





Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy went to pay a 
little visit to Uncle Butter the goat gentleman at the farm. Uncle 
Wiggily put on old clothes, and so did the muskrat lady. “For 1 am 
going to gather the eggs,” said Uncle Wiggily, hanging a basket on 
his paw, “and I may have to crawl under the barn to find them.” 
Nurse Jane told the bunny uncle to be careful. “While you are 
gathering the eggs I’ll do the churning,” said Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. 
/Uncle Butter was going to hoe the potatoes. 

























































Uncle Wiggily walked around looking for eggs and, all of a 
sudden he saw a nest up in a tree. “Oh my!” exclaimed.the bunny 
gentleman. “That hen has laid her eggs so high up I’ll have to bring 
a ladder to get them down.” So Uncle Wiggily hunted around until 
he found a ladder and then, saying nothing to Nurse Jane or Uncle 
Butter the goat, the bunny rabbit gentleman started to climb the tree 
to gather the eggs from the nest. Only he didn’t know just what 
kind of a nest it was. 













Uncle Wiggily climbed up the ladder to gather the eggs, think¬ 
ing he was helping Uncle Butter, when, all of a sudden a lot of 
black crows came flying through the air. “Caw! Caw!.-Caw!” cried 
the crows. “Please leave our eggs alone, Uncle Wiggily!” And 
they flew at the bunny gentleman so hard that he had to hold his 
paws over his ears - to save his souse. “Oh, excuse me!” said the 
bunny to the crows. “I did not mean to take your eggs. I thought 
these were high hens' eggs.” 
















uncie wiggiiy oeggeu me paruon or me crows, ior naving mis¬ 
taken their nest for one with hens’ eggs in, and then, climbing down 
the ladder, Mr. Longears hopped along until he came to a'barn. He 
saw a hen lady go under the barn. “Ah ha!” thought the rabbit 
uncle. '‘There must be eggs there! I’ll crawl under and see.” So 
Uncle Wiggiiy crawled under the barn, and when he was half way 
through the hole, along came Nurse Jane. “Mercy sakes, Wiggie! 
What are you doing?” asked the muskrat lady. 




































































Uncle Wiggily crawled under the barn to get some eggs he 
thought might be there, but he found none % The hen lady had not 
laid any yet. Uncle Wiggily started to crawl out from under the 
barn floor, but it was not as easy as it was to crawl in. Uncle Wiggily 
was stuck. 'Help! Help! HelpU’ cried the bunny gentleman in wild 
alarm. Uncle Butter, the goat, and Nurse Jane had to t^ke up part 
of the barn floor before they could get Uncle Wiggily out. And still 
no eggs! 













































































v After he had been pulled out from under the barn Uncle Wiggily 
brushed off the cobwebs and hayseed and walked on with his basket. 
“I must find some eggs,” he said. “You had better be careful or 
you’ll find an adventure before you know it,” warned Nurse Jane. 
Uncle Wiggily walked on and on and soon he came to a field where 
Old Dog Percival was working on Uncle Butter’s farm. “Ha! 
Percival is pulling eggs out of the ground,” said the bunny. “Here 
is where I’ll get some. At last I have found the eggs!” 
























Uncle Wiggily hopped over the fence into the field where, in 
the far corner, Old Dog Percival was working. Uncle Wiggily began 
to fill his basket with what he thought were eggs that had been pulled 
cut of the ground. You see Mr. Longears did not know much about 
a farm. All of a sudden the bad old Skeezicks sneaked up behind 
Uncle Wiggily. “This is the time I get his souse!” howled the bad 
chap, as he reached out his claws to grab Uncle Wiggily by the ears. ^ 
“Look out! Look out!” cawed the friendly crows. 













Uncle Wiggily looked up just as the good crows cried “Caw! 

Caw’ Caw!” The bunny gentleman saw the Skeezicks about to grab 
for some ear souse. “Oh, what shall 1 do ? ” cried Uncle Wiggily. 
“How can I drive the Skee away?” The crows told the bunny to 
throw something at the Skee. “But I have only eggs, which Percival 
dug,” said the bunnv. “Ha! Ha!” laughed the crows. “Those are 
no t eggs—they are hard turnips. Throw them at the Skee!” Uncle 
Wiggily did, hitting him on his soft and tender nose. 

















Uncle Wiggily pelted the Skee so hard, and the crows*picked at 
him so much, that the bad chap was glad enough to run away. “I’ll 
he good! I’ll be good! 7 ’ he cackled. “I never thought Uncle Wiggily 
would throw hard turnips at me instead of eggs.” And Uncle Wiggily 
was much surprised when he found he had been gathering turnips for 
eggs. “But■.!-.found a real hen's nest, 77 said Nurse-Jane, as she showed 
her sunbonnet full of good eggs. “Well! Well! 77 said Uncle Wiggily, 
“there are more things on a farm than I thought. 77 












And if the electric fan doesn’t blow the hat off the head of the tack so the 
egg beater gets all sunburned when it washes the dishes, 
the next pictures and story will tell how 


UNCLE WIGGILY HELPED NURSE 
JANE WITH THE HOUSE CLEANING. AND IT IS 
A GOOD THING HE DID, OR HE MIGHT HAVE LOST HIS SOUSE 






Once upon a time, not so very many years ago, there happened to 
meet, in the woods, the Pipsisewah, the Skeezicks, the Skuddlemagoon, 
the Boozap, the Blue Nosed Babboon and the Fuzzy Fox. “I don’t 
know how you feel about it, friends,” gargled the Pip, “but I am 
Hungry for some of Uncle Wiggily’s souse!” They all said they were. 
“Then,” went on the Pip, “let’s go, one after another, to his hollow 
stump bungalow and try to get some. He may fool one of us but he 
can not fool us all! We’ll take turns trying to catch him.” 















“My goodness me sakes alive and some strawberry lollypops fn 
cried the bunny rabbit gentleman, as he came home to his hollow 
stump bungalow ‘‘What are you doing, Nurse Jane?” The muskrat 
lady said she was doing the fall house cleaning. “Then it is time I 
helped you,” said the rabbit gentleman. “It is not right that L should 
be off having fun, looking for adventures, while you work here at 
home. I’ll get on my old clothes and help you. I have had no adven¬ 
tures today. Now I may get one or two.” And just you wait 

























































































































“Are you all right, Uncle Wiggily?” asked Nurse Jane, as she 
heard-the noise. ‘‘Yes, I drove the Pip away. He didn’t get my 
souse,”, answered the rabbit. “Maybe he didn’t, but I’ll get some,” 
•nickered the Skeezicks. “I’ll climb in through the window.” But 
just as the Skeezicks was climbing in, Nurse Jane asked Uncle Wiggily 
to empty a pail of soap suds for her. “I’ll throw it out the window,” 
said the bunny gentleman. And he did—right in the face of the Skee. 
“Oh wow!” howled the bad chap. 



























































“You fellows don’t know how to get souse off a rabbit’s ears,” 
said the Skuddlemagoon, when the Pip and Skee came back lame and 
limping and dusty and wet. “You watch me- catch Uncle Wiggily. 
He is going to beat a rug, and, when he isn’t looking I’ll run up behind 
and grab him. “Well, the Skuddlemagoon tried to do this. But 
Uncle Wiggily heard him coming and, turning quickly, he gave the 
Skuddlemagoon a beating instead of the rug. “Oh, don’t knock any 
more dust out of me!” begged the bad animal. 















Uncle Wiggily beat the Skuddlemagoon so hard that the bad 
creature was glad enough to run away. “What do you want me to 
do next to help you, Nurse Jane?” asked the rabbit gentleman. “You 
might cut a little wood for the fire, so I can get supper,” answered 
the muskrat lady. So Uncle Wiggily took the axe and began to chop 
a stick. But, just as he gave a hard cut, the Boozap rushed up to 
try for some souse. And the end of the stick flew over and hit him 
on the nose. “Woe is me!” howled the Boozap. 























Away ran the Boozap, very sorry, indeed, that he had tried to 
get Uncle Wiggily’s souse. The bunny brought in the wood, and then 
said: “I will rake up the yard, Nurse Jane, and make it look nice 
over Sunday.” The muskrat lady thought that would be fine. But 
as Uncle Wiggily was raking up the fallen leaves and dried grass, all 
at once out at him jumped the Blue Nosed Babboon. “Souse I want 
and souse I must have!” howled the Bab. “Let me scratch your back 
with this rake!” laughed Uncle Wiggily. 











rp teeth of the rake so hard on 
ue Nosed Babboon that the funny chap gave a loud 
howl and cried: “Oh wow!, How you tickle! I can’t stand this!” 
Then he ran away, and Uncle Wiggily went to the garden to get some 
potatoes for Nurse Jane to cook for supper. All of a sudden the 
Fuzzy Fox jumped out from behind a big tree. “I want souse!” 
howled tfTe fox. “Try a potato instead!” answered Uncle Wiggily, 
and he threw them at the Jox, making him run. 
















The fox ran back to the woods where the other bad animals 
were waiting. “Did you get some souse?” they asked. “No!” 
barked the Fox. “Uncle Wiggily is too smart for one of us at a 
time. We must all rush at him together.” So the bad animals tried 
this. But just then Uncle Wiggily began washing the stoop with the 
hose. And when he saw the six bad animals he turned the hose on 
them, and the water got in their eyes and noses andmouthsand drove 
them away. So Uncle Wiggilv’s souse was saved. 



















And if the strawberry shortcake grows long enough to reach over and tickle 
the nose of the teapot, the next pictures and story will tell how 



UNCLE WIGGILY WENT OUT IN AN APRIL 
SHOWER. BULLY AND BAWLY, THE FROG BOYS, 
THOUGHT THEY'D PLAY A TRICK ON HIM. BUT DID THEY? 



One day, early in April, when showers happen every little while, 
Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice bunny rabbit gentleman, went to 
call on Mrs. No-Tail, the frog lady, who was the mother of Bully and 
Bawly, the two froggie boys, but he had his umbrella, and his new 
spring suit did not get wet. It was pouring hard when the bunny 
reached Mrs. No-Tail’s house, and Bully and Bawly, who, of course", 
did not mind getting wet, saw Mr. Longears. “Let’s play a joke on 
him!” croaked Bully. “Let’s play a nice joke on Uncle Wiggily!” 

























































“What kind of a joke shall we play on Uncle Wiggily?” asked 
Bawly, of his frog brother, as the rabbit gentleman put down his 
umbrella and went in the house. “Oh, we’ll just cut a lot of holes in 
his umbrella, and then furl it up,” croaked Bully. “Then when he 
goes home from here, and opens his umbrella in a shower, which is 
sure to come, he’ll get all wet! Won’t that be funny ?” Then-he and 
his brother took the bread knife and, going out in the hall where their 
mother and Uncle Wiggily could not see them, they cut the umbrella. 

















































































After a nice visit with Mrs. No-Tail, and having had a cup of 
tea, Uncle Wiggily said: “I have not had an adventure yet today.” 
Then he went out in the hall and picked up an umbrella. Bully and 
Bawly could hardly keep from laughing. ‘‘Wait until it showers and 
he opens that umbrella!” whispered Bully. As Uncle Wiggily was 
saying good-afternoon to Mrs. No-Tail, along came Mrs. Twistytail, 
the lady pig. “May I have the pleasure of waiting with you?” aslced 
Uncle Wiggily* “I have an umbrella in case it rains.” Oh, dear! 
















































































As Uncle Wiggily walked along with Mrs. Twistytail, the pig 
lady, he carried his umbrella, furled like the sail of a boat, under his 
paw. All of a sudden it began to April shower again, just as the 
rabbit gentleman and the lady pig passed near a large toad stool. 
“Oh, let's get under that, and you will not have to raise your um¬ 
brella,said Mrs. Twistytail, and they were soon sheltered from the 
storm. “If he never raises his umbrella he'll never know what a joke 
we played on him," said Bawly. “Wait," advised Bully. 
























































































“Well, this is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Littletail,” said Uncle 
Wiggily to the rabbit lady, as he and Mrs. Twistytail came out from 
under the toad stool. “The sun is shining again and the rain has 
stopped.” “I forgot my umbrella,” said Mrs. Littletail. “Then let 
me have the pleasure of taking you home as I am doing to Mrs. 
Twistytail,” said Uncle Wiggily. “It may rain again any moment.” 
Bully and Bawly, hopping along behind, hoped it would rain. They 
wanted to see what would happen when the umbrella was raised. 



























Just, as Uncle Wiggily and Mrs. Twistytail and Mrs. Littletail 
reached a bakery, where thsre was a nice, big awning, it began to rain 
again. “Oh, let’s run for shelter under the awning!” cried Mrs. 
Twistytail. “It will keep us as dry as the toad stool did, Uncle Wig- 
gily!” So all three hurried under the awning, hardly a drop of water 
getting on them. “You do not seem to need your umbrella, Uncle 
Wiggily,” said Mrs. Littletail. “This is the second time you found 
shelter.” Uncle Wiggily said he was lucky. The frog boys waited. 




















































































“Taxi! Taxi!” called Uncle Wiggily, as he saw the 
gentleman's automobile cruising along through the puddles in front 
, of the bakery shop awning. “Here, Taxi! I'll ride home with the 
ladies.” So Uncle Wiggily and the ladies got in the turtle taxicab and, 
with his umbrella, Uncle Wiggily pointed to the rainbow. “We shall 
be home before another shower,” he said. “But, even if it rains, I 
still have my umbrella.” Bully and Bawly, splashing through the 
puddles behind the turtle taxicab, looked at one another. 





















“Oh, Uncle Wiggily! It is showering again!” grunted Mrs. 
Twistytail, the lady pig, as she felt a drop splash on her nose. “Yes, 
and I have my best dress on,” said Mrs. Littletail. Uncle Wiggily 
just laughed and stood up. He began to open his umbrella. “We 
shall not get wet,” he said in fa jolly voice. “Even if this taxi has no 
* top to it that will not matter. I always carry an umbrella in April, 

) and this is not the first time I have used it today. I’ll hoist it in just a 
moment. It seems to be caught.” The frog boys eagerly watched. 


































































































“There! Up you go!” cried Uncle Wiggily as he raised his 
(umbrella. “Now we shall not be.wet.” The lady pig and lady rabbit 
said it was lucky Uncle Wiggily had his umbrella with him. “But 
that’s the funny part of it!” laughed the bunny gentleman. “This 
isn’t my umbrella. It is one of Mrs. No-Tail’s. I must have picked 
up the wrong one when I left her house. This is larger and better 
than mine which I left there.” Bully and Bawly looked at each other 
again, very much surprised. “We cut the wrong umbrella,” they said* 










































































































































































































































































































































































































































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